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[[ omg you’re beautiful i’ve been following that roleplay btw and i think it should end like that ]]

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why would you follow this rp it’s eirjf

but I’m telling you 

it will end this way 8) ))

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Actually kinda tempted to read that just cause how do gangsters foreplay

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Cat and Mouse

faceoffascism:

joulupukki:

Upon reaching Helsinki, everyone checked and then re-checked their weapons making sure nothing was wrong with them. They had decided they should walk at this point instead of drive. So they parked in a mostly empty parking lot on the edge of the city, and got out into the cold air of the night. The car was locked and the keys shoved into ones pocket. They started walking as any normal group of people would do, chatting happily.

They kept an eye out for warehouses, empty buildings, and anywhere that looked suspicious. They mostly stayed away from big shopping places, and restaurants. Places that looked abandoned were always looked at, and every now and then they would ask people if they saw their ‘Italian friend who had gotten lost.’ 

The first place Feliciano had dragged his two mates to was inside a car. Not their car, no they weren’t stupid enough to drive somewhere. But one that had been parked for the night. Feliciano hid in the trunk while Lovino and their escort maintained the front seats. They stayed low, not wanting to attract attention. Lovino hotwired the vehicle and grabbed the wool hat from the back seat, putting it on.

They made their way out of the parking lot as quietly as possible. Lovino instructed the escort to keep quiet. If the swedes came up by the car, the escourt was to start crying as if he had wet his pants. Their alibi? Simple. They had a relative not far from here and were driving back home. The little boy had asked his father to pull over so he could whiz, but the kid didn’t make it in time. So they were going home for the boy to change his pants.

The Swedes walked along a road, keeping watch and every now and then exchanging words. The girl of the group especially, chatting away with everything seen. They had been walking for a while now, but they weren’t tired from resting in the car so long. Soon enough, they were walking and a car passed then, though it was going rather slow. One of the men got a look in the window, taking a double take at what he saw. He had thought he had seen the Italian mafia boss, and stopped the group. 

"What are we stopping for?" A tall Swede with glasses asked, slightly annoyed at the sudden stop. The other man, who’s name is Vladimir, nodded in the direction of the car, and then spoke. "I think, some of the Italians are in that car. We need to check it out, but how?" Another man spoke up. "What if one of us just tried to get their attention, maybe asking for a ride but then one of the others call them and tell them and say never mind?" They all nodded in agreement, and chose Aada to go. She would probably be the least suspicious of the group. Everyone else walked in the other direction, as Aada ran to catch up with the slow paced car and trying to gain its attention.

Cat and Mouse

faceoffascism:

joulupukki:

The Swedes had decided it’d be better to not wear their usual suits, as it was getting colder and maybe they’d be able to surprise the others. So they changed into jeans, long sleeve shirts with heavy jackets. Though, they put their weapons in holsters on their waists and underneath the jackets. Aada added a hat and leather gloves to her assemble, having lived in Finland until she was in her early teens. 

Twisting the ring on her finger out of nerves, Aada was sitting now on the ferry crossing over the Golf of Bothnia. Her husband was sitting next to her, and took one of her hands, telling her to calm down. “I know I should…but I’ve heard nothing but how dangerous the Italians can be. And we’re walking in basically blindly, we could run into them the moment we get off or it could be days until we see th-” Before the girl could finish what she was saying, the ferry had reached the dock, and everyone was let off. 

The group of Swede’s all walked together in a big group until they found a convenient car rental and split up there. They went in groups of four, getting two little cars, as to not attract attention. One group headed north, the other-Aada’s group- headed toward’s Helsinki. The ride was long, and they listened to the radio for any news, but sometimes those who weren’t driving dosed off. 

It was a long walk to the second base. Fel had taken company with his older brother, Lovino. The two of them barely went anywhere without each other. They weren’t about to split up just yet. With them was a little girl, a fin they had manipulated into escorting them. It made them seem like just an every day family, in turn no one would talk to them.

One of their radios went off, one of the teams having seen the Swedes dock off a ferry. Feliciano instructed them to let the rest of the team know and to regroup in the north end. Not a single member was to walk around unarmed.

Upon reaching Helsinki, everyone checked and then re-checked their weapons making sure nothing was wrong with them. They had decided they should walk at this point instead of drive. So they parked in a mostly empty parking lot on the edge of the city, and got out into the cold air of the night. The car was locked and the keys shoved into ones pocket. They started walking as any normal group of people would do, chatting happily.

They kept an eye out for warehouses, empty buildings, and anywhere that looked suspicious. They mostly stayed away from big shopping places, and restaurants. Places that looked abandoned were always looked at, and every now and then they would ask people if they say their ‘Italian friend who had gotten lost.’ 

Cat and Mouse

faceoffascism:

joulupukki:

faceoffascism:

It was late in the day, but there was still time for one last smoke outside the hideout in which Feliciano had now been calling home. His mafia was tight, strong, and crafty but they weren’t all that clever or informed. So when the news that the Swedes were angry with them came in from a rat who played both fields they had panicked.

Feliciano was used to running, he ran from the police and he ran from women who tried to tie him down all the time. But he didn’t know how fast his feet were going to be when a rival gang had declared their animosity. Would his feet freeze to the ground in fear of the Swedes or would he give them a chase they’ve never seen before?

The base they had been staying at wasn’t even in Italy. Of all places, it was in Finland. They had figured it was the safest place. No one would suspect an Italian mafia to make home in Finland. They had shipped their weapons to them and bought a few new ones made by the Fins there. They even recruited a few Finnish members just to pass by the country.

In this story, Feliciano Vargas age 24 Italian mafia boss, was the mouse.

Sitting around the table as snow fell outside, members of the Swedish mafia talking about what they would do with the Italians. Their problem? They didn’t know where exactly they were at. Rumor had it that they were up in northern Europe, but that is a lot of area to cover and to search. The boss, who was actually Danish but was given authority on behalf of his Swedish half-brother, was getting rather angry. 

The short blonde sitting at the table, looking up and swallowing nervously. “I..I heard they were in uh..in F-Finland..” Everyone turned to look at the girl. The boss grinned at her, all anger disappearing. “Well Aada, you’ve found us an important piece of information.” He walked over and put a hand on her shoulder, and she only gave a small smile. “So you can have the job of going after the boss.” 

The girl he was referring to was short, blonde, and on the muscular side. She was the young age of 20, and was usually rather quiet. She was a quiet, and usually didn’t go out on these kind of things. But she guess now she would. The boss told her what to bring and what to do, and Aada gathered what she needed. As she left with some others, they got a solute and headed to Finland.

The cat and mouse chase had begun.

The Italians listened to the radio on a constant 24/7. They would switch shifts and make sure that the important points were transcribed and read to everyone. They watched the news during the high peak hours, making sure to only worry about the stories that could relate to them. The most important thing, they moved. Although they stayed in Finland, they would move bases so they weren’t in one base for more than two days. It was a pain in the ass, but it saved them a few lives.

Tonight they were moving. They always traveled at night, and they traveled by foot. The weapons would be moved on a truck driven by and elderly Finnish couple they had paid off. They moved in groups of no more than four. Any more than four would catch someone’s attention. But they would never move alone. The ties between them were strong and they looked out for each other. Heaven forbid someone caught just one of them. Each group had a member who could speak Finnish just to get them by in case they were stopped.

If they were stopped, the Finnish tongue would ask for directions to a street nearby, claiming he just moved from another city. The passerby would point him in the direction and he would thank them very much for their time.

The Swedes had decided it’d be better to not wear their usual suits, as it was getting colder and maybe they’d be able to surprise the others. So they changed into jeans, long sleeve shirts with heavy jackets. Though, they put their weapons in holsters on their waists and underneath the jackets. Aada added a hat and leather gloves to her assemble, having lived in Finland until she was in her early teens. 

Twisting the ring on her finger out of nerves, Aada was sitting now on the ferry crossing over the Golf of Bothnia. Her husband was sitting next to her, and took one of her hands, telling her to calm down. “I know I should…but I’ve heard nothing but how dangerous the Italians can be. And we’re walking in basically blindly, we could run into them the moment we get off or it could be days until we see th-” Before the girl could finish what she was saying, the ferry had reached the dock, and everyone was let off. 

The group of Swede’s all walked together in a big group until they found a convenient car rental and split up there. They went in groups of four, getting two little cars, as to not attract attention. One group headed north, the other-Aada’s group- headed toward’s Helsinki. The ride was long, and they listened to the radio for any news, but sometimes those who weren’t driving dosed off. 

Cat and Mouse

faceoffascism:

It was late in the day, but there was still time for one last smoke outside the hideout in which Feliciano had now been calling home. His mafia was tight, strong, and crafty but they weren’t all that clever or informed. So when the news that the Swedes were angry with them came in from a rat who played both fields they had panicked.

Feliciano was used to running, he ran from the police and he ran from women who tried to tie him down all the time. But he didn’t know how fast his feet were going to be when a rival gang had declared their animosity. Would his feet freeze to the ground in fear of the Swedes or would he give them a chase they’ve never seen before?

The base they had been staying at wasn’t even in Italy. Of all places, it was in Finland. They had figured it was the safest place. No one would suspect an Italian mafia to make home in Finland. They had shipped their weapons to them and bought a few new ones made by the Fins there. They even recruited a few Finnish members just to pass by the country.

In this story, Feliciano Vargas age 24 Italian mafia boss, was the mouse.

Sitting around the table as snow fell outside, members of the Swedish mafia talking about what they would do with the Italians. Their problem? They didn’t know where exactly they were at. Rumor had it that they were up in northern Europe, but that is a lot of area to cover and to search. The boss, who was actually Danish but was given authority on behalf of his Swedish half-brother, was getting rather angry. 

The short blonde sitting at the table, looking up and swallowing nervously. “I..I heard they were in uh..in F-Finland..” Everyone turned to look at the girl. The boss grinned at her, all anger disappearing. “Well Aada, you’ve found us an important piece of information.” He walked over and put a hand on her shoulder, and she only gave a small smile. “So you can have the job of going after the boss.” 

The girl he was referring to was short, blonde, and on the muscular side. She was the young age of 20, and was usually rather quiet. She was a quiet, and usually didn’t go out on these kind of things. But she guess now she would. The boss told her what to bring and what to do, and Aada gathered what she needed. As she left with some others, they got a solute and headed to Finland.

The cat and mouse chase had begun.